On a Sunday, in glorious summer weather I went for the last miles through the Black Forest back to the Swabian capital. The last day in the saddle was something special. Early in the morning on the way up to … Continue reading →

The landing at St. Martin was spectacular. Immediately after the beach the airstrip came and the Boing pulled over the heads of the bathers. On the islands, it was a popular game to hang at the barrier fence when starting … Continue reading →